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There once was a maiden so fair, When she sang, no one else could compare. She spent time beyond measure In a cavern of treasure, Running a fork through her hair.

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I am a waste full place not often seen or a crafty person who often seams. What am I?

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Hey diddle diddle, the man in the middle listened to all that was said. Despite all he heard, he got not one word. This thing kept the secrets secured.

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A diminutive chap from the west Was invited to go on a quest. When he got in a bind, He escaped with his mind, 'cos his riddling skills were the best.

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The orchestra played, and oh, how I danced! All my attendants were fully entranced. Now it's all over, but still I await That which is fitting to decide my fate.

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A mischievous imp, or what a pan mender rings.

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You see the smoothness in my turning parts and recognise respect. I bring much satisfaction if my making was correct. I only own two suits in each of which I sell. And those who know me well take comfort in my smell.

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I have no mouth, I have no lips. Yet on one end I lick, on the other I nip. For me they spin rudders, for me gather lumber. My change over time is told through a number.

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I sound like teatime treats, but I am only a holder of light on a wall. What am I?

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The more dishonest I am, the nosier I get.